Drama Vip Novels & Stories

I watch my friend who did not let go of Dalton's hand, the boys left us alone to say goodbye, although we look 18 years old, now we are of age so we both decided to live our lives with them, far from here for a while. —Will you call me? —Of course I will. —I hug her one last time. —I'll miss you. —So will I. Best of luck with the news, hopefully she'll be as excited as I am. —Believe me she won't expect it, but we are hybrids so we can get pregnant. I watch my vampire conversing with his brother, he looks at me and smiles making me relive the day he made me his slave, I was anxious but I know this baby growing inside me... it's the beginning of our love story, one that started with me being

He must be out of his damn mind. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction. When my shift on stage ended, I headed straight for the bar. I ordered some Tequila; perks of the job, free shots. I downed them one after another until my thoughts blurred just enough. I just needed silence in my head, even for a moment. That’s when Viktor came over. “VIP request,” he said flatly. “Private client’s waiting.” I groaned. I really wasn't in the mood but Viktor was not taking no for an answer, so I took one more shot and got ready to meet my Private client.

"Did you know? All the VIP wards upstairs have been booked by Mr. Sterling." "I heard about that ages ago. The woman's a travel blogger. She's pretty, but I heard she's divorced." "So what? Mr. Sterling is clearly crazy about her. She threw a fit and livestreamed a suicide attempt. The broadcast hadn't even run for ten minutes, and she had only made a tiny cut on her wrist when Mr. Sterling came rushing over." "So, that viral video going around online is of Mr. Sterling?" "Exactly... He burst into the scene and swept her right into his arms. They're both gorgeous. It was like something out of a TV show."

"How are you even so sure there's a V?" "I attributed it to my name. Venisa is pretty...motherfuckers. Oh! I got it. It's VIPM. Yes!" She victoriously fisted the sofa causing Gianna to shake her head. "Okay. Where's Petra?" "In her room, pretending to be siesting." "I'll be in my room too." "Wait! Tell me, why do you look so particularly...moody today? Did you learn about the bad news too?" "What bad news?" "Damien died in today's episode. How tragic, isn't it?"

I frowned, my light energy quickly disappearing as I answered the phone. "Hello?" I called out. "Are you free to talk?" Victor Viper's voice entered my ear. I looked around the empty living room, wondering why he was calling me. "I'm free to talk." I replied. "Good. I need to talk to you about the Vipers who have been helping Elizabeth Williamson in prison. I'm calling you first without letting Dante or Elijah know because I feel you would prioritize Ezabella more than they would. Was I right to think that way?" He asked.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

Ella screamed in excitement and began to dance around, Jake looked at her in awe and I was just confused, confused but happy. “I knew it! I knew you were our lucky charm!” Ella screamed as she hugged me and decorated my face with little kisses. I laughed and asked her what she meant. At this point, most of the chefs and all the kitchen staff had gathered around us. “You see VVIP 3 are our best-paying customers and one of the biggest shareholders of this company, as you can see they are very rich too and have a lot of influence and they have had a big issue with the kitchen, they had fired several set of kitchen staff and no one had been able to gain their approval, these people are the ones

"Keep them coming." I needed to know what was happening in that VIP room. I needed to confirm what I already suspected. A waitress walked past carrying a tray toward the VIP section. Young. Pretty. Blonde. I called her over. "Yeah?" she asked, popping her gum. "How much to let me serve the VIP section instead of you?" She looked confused. "What?" I pulled out my wallet and laid five hundred dollar bills on the bar. "Five hundred. You let me take their orders and you can have the night off."

The VIP area had a few people sitting and talking "What can I get for you ma'am"the waiter cleaning the tables said when he saw me sit down. I didn't want anything "Just water, "I said, not in the mood to do anything. I wanted to see Victor so badly. Glancing at my phone I chose to leave. The waiter brought my water and went back to cleaning

“Yeah, but you never said party and let your hair down. I want to party tonight, Edily, and let my hair down for a change. Don’t you think both you and I deserve it? Plus, after that crazy wedding planning these last ten months and how it all played out, Aida could use a let-down, too! Shit, Edily, why you always gotta work!” It was official: Mama was tipsy and entering the dark side. She began to whine like a child, “I just want to hang out with my girls and cut a rug tonight. Not be all cooped up in what y’all young folks call VIP drinking nasty-ass champagne and over-priced, watered-down drinks. In VIP back in my day, before I met Joe, we would dance freely, open our own bottles, pour, an